#ysl case

[checkthreetimes]

Gunna's Career—What's Next After the YSL Case?

Gunna, one of the most popular and influential rappers of the past few years, has been facing a lot of backlash and criticism after his Alford plea agreement in the YSL case became public. The Atlanta rapper, who is best known for his collaborations with Young Thug, Lil Baby, and coining the term pushing P, pleaded guilty to a reduced charge of conspiracy to commit racketeering and received a five-year sentence, with four years suspended and one year commuted to time served. Instead of serving the five-year sentence, he only has to do 500 hours of community service and comply with some special conditions.

As part of his plea deal, he also made a statement in court that acknowledged his personal knowledge of YSL members committing crimes in furtherance of a gang and agreed that "YSL must end".

Many fans and fellow rappers have accused Gunna of being a snitch and betraying his friends and labelmates by cooperating with the authorities and implicating them in the ongoing YSL case, which involves 28 defendants facing various charges related to drug trafficking, money laundering, firearms possession, and murder. Some of Gunna's peers, such as Lil Durk and Lil Baby, have reportedly unfollowed him on social media and distanced themselves from him. Others have defended Gunna and argued that his statement was not a confession or a testimony, but rather a legal strategy to avoid a harsher sentence and that he is not obligated to risk his freedom or career for anyone else.

The fallout from this scandal could have serious implications for Gunna’s career as a rapper. Can he overcome this challenge and restore his reputation and influence in the rap scene? Or will he face rejection and isolation from his colleagues and supporters for supposedly violating the principles of trust and fidelity? Here are some potential outcomes:

He says sorry and tells his side of the story One option that Gunna could pursue to mend his image and bond with his admirers and partners is by making a public statement of apology and explanation for his plea deal. He could convey his sorrow and guilt for his role in the YSL case and state that he did not mean to hurt or expose anyone else. He could also stress his affection and appreciation for Young Thug and YSL and request their pardon and empathy. This could possibly calm some of his detractors and fans who feel let down or deceived by him and demonstrate that he is ready to face the consequences and own up to his mistakes.

He ignores the backlash and continues to make music Another option that Gunna could pursue is to ignore the negative reactions and opinions about his plea deal and focus on his music career. He could release new songs or projects that showcase his talent and creativity and prove that he is still one of the best rappers in the game. He could also collaborate with other artists who are not affected by or involved in the YSL case or who are supportive of him regardless of his legal situation. This could help him maintain his fan base and relevance in the industry and demonstrate that he is not bothered or intimidated by the controversy. He becomes ostracized and isolated A more pessimistic outcome that Gunna could face is that other artists who are angry or suspicious of him because of his plea deal choose not to be involved with him at all. He could also face legal challenges or lawsuits from other defendants or their lawyers who claim that he violated their rights or damaged their cases by making statements against them in court. This could hurt his career prospects and income significantly and make it harder for him to recover from this ordeal.

At any rate, Gunna's career fate depends largely on how he handles this situation and how the public perceives him moving forward. He has already shown that he is a talented and successful rapper who has made a huge impact on the culture and the sound of hip-hop. Whether he can overcome this obstacle and restore his image and reputation remains to be seen.

[clnclm]

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[bricedavismedia]

Judge Ural Glanville has been rescued from the YSL trial. This is the result of a petition, Young Thug & his attorneys filed.

www.TheBriceDavis.com

[radioheadsucs]

What’s in my purse/the sweetest cat I met

[rosylike]

these are so cute 💕

[mirrorofprinces]

I am not too concerned about whether Mile was invited to the Bvlgari event or not cause I am sure Mile can advocate for himself but that was the only time I have seen Mile not use an event hashtag even once when showing support for his cast mates events and the Apo's excessive use of hashtag were very unusual (especially Apo using the wrong hashtag and having to delete and repost multiple times, when he is the one who is the one that actually uses the right hashtag consistently of the two). Their behaviour online for that event was very atypical.

ok yeah it did make me laugh when apo used the wrong hashtag though... and i will say it's also very ummm. unexpected that build would be the backup/replacement for mile if mile doesn't attend an event lol. did bulgari work with bbb before? maybe that's why he was swapped in, if that was the case. who knows!

[yamnbananas]

Rapp Snitch Knishers - MF DOOM 2004

[studiomore]

My Type is Bleach Blondes Ringer T-shirt and Ghost melted happiness iPhone case.

[blackgirlslivingwell]

And Just Like That, Judge Shukura Ingram Recuses Herself From Young Thug YSL RICO Case

[groundupradio]

A Defendant In YSL RICO Case Calls For Mistrial Due To Interrogation Video

  A Defendant In YSL RICO Case Calls For Mistrial Due To Interrogation Video The trial of Atlanta rapper Young Thug and his label YSL has been in the news recently for all the wrong reasons. In one of the more recent developments, a defendant in the YSL RICO case called for a mistrial after an interrogation video of YSL affiliate Kenneth Copeland, aka YSL Woody, shows him giving authorities…

[thewwshow]

Young Thug's Brother (UNFOONK) Takes "Plea Deal" in YSL Rico Case and Co-D Phone Call (Live)

Young Thug’s Brother (UNFOONK) Takes “Plea Deal” in YSL Rico Case and Co-D Phone Call (Live)

[xxblairexxss]

Pick me up (part 2)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Charles got a call again, this time from a police station but he’s not gonna fall for it again.

I had so much fun writing this one!

“Hey! Don’t touch her, you dick!”

Never in your life that you imagined yourself would be punching a guy in a club but here you are, your curled hair that you had spent hours with legs folded in front of the mirror, tied up into a messy bun and your fist, full of fancy jewelleries being forcefully thrusted into a guy’s cheek, causing him to stumble back. The strap of your handbag that was hanging on your shoulder fell off to your arm from the strength and you immediately took it with your other arm, started hitting the guy again over and over.

“Did your parents never teach you to never touch someone without their permission?” You pulled back your arm and whacked him in the head again.

“Don’t you know how to respect women?” Another whack.

“Don’t you know how to take no as an answer?” Another whack in the head.

“She said no, dumbass! No means no!” You whacked him again until someone pulled you back.

and the next thing you knew,

you ended up at a police station for an assault.

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“Can you tell me what you girls were doing?

“We were minding our business.” Your friend, Kika replied, glaring at the officer.

“The last time I checked, minding your own business doesn’t include punching someone in the face and continuously smacking them on the head with your YSL handbag. Care to explain, Miss Y/N?” The officer tilted down his head to look at you over his glasses as he set aside the report paper.

“I– um– I– it was an accident.” You bit on your lips and smiled awkwardly when the officer looked at you in disbelief.

“An accident happened by an accident. That means it only accidentally happened once, or twice at least. Based on the report we received, the victim claimed he was whacked in the head for more than 100 times.”

Your mouth widen in surprise as you frowned. “Excuse me?! The victim, you said? The so-called-victim touched my friend right here and even tried to sneak a hand under her dress! Also, it wasn’t more than 100! He’s lying!”

“Is that what actually happened? Can I interrogate everyone, except Y/N as witnesses? Follow me.” The officer stood up, waving his fingers to your friends as they stood up and left the room. Kika mouthed “We got you covered! Don’t worry!” and winked before she walked into the designated room, door closing behind her.

After what felt like hours, the officer came back and had asked the rest of the girls to go home, meanwhile you had to stay because he needed to write another report in defence of your actions, which took another half an hour.

“So, is there anyone you can call to pick you up?”

“My boyfriend.”

“Okay, then–“

“But, sir, I mean, officer, is there any way you can let me go without having to call my boyfriend?” You pleaded. You had a weekend staycation with the rest of the girls and you had promised Charles that you wouldn’t get it trouble. If he knew about this, he would be disappointed.

“Unfortunately, no. We need a sign from someone else other than you so we could have a liability against us in case if something happened again.”

You groaned and took out your phone from your bag, clicking on Charles’s contact number right away.

“Baby? I was waiting for your call. How was your night? Did you have fun?” You heard him said on the phone, sounding very excited to hear all the stories from you, like always.

“Honey, you need to pick me up.”

“Very funny, princess. I’m not falling for that again.” He chuckled and you accidentally made an eye contact with the officer, who seemed to be very eager to end his shift.

“I’m not kidding! I need you to pick me up at a police station!”

“Oh, it’s a police station this time?” He replied nonchalantly and you clenched your teeth. Your boyfriend had to pick a wrong time to be so dense.

“Charles!” You looked back at the officer who handed out his palm, asking for the phone to which you gave in right away.

“Hello, sir. I’m Officer Nathan, calling from Monaco Police Station. We need you to come so we could release Miss Y/N under someone’s supervision in regards to her assault charges.” You saw the officer listening to whatever Charles has said. “Very well, thank you.” He then ended the call and passed the phone back to you.

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Charles rushed in with his hoodie, checkered sleep pants and a glasses. His hair was messy. He looked like he had been in bed for hours judging based on how flat the hair looked from the back. You felt bad having to drag him into this matter but it wasn’t your choice. He had signed a few paper and repeatedly apologise to the officer before taking your hand, your handbag into his other hand as both of you walked out of the police station.

“Care to explain, baby?” His eyes was still on the road but he had his hand on your thigh, grasping on it when you didn’t reply. “It’s okay. I’m not mad, sweetheart. I just want to know what happened.”

“That guy touched Isa inappropriately. I saw the way he slid his hand under her dress and even tried to cover her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. I got so mad so I just….”

“Punched him? That was so hot, babe.” He laughed and it made you turned your head immediately to look at him and he was indeed, laughing as if you were telling a joke. “How hard did you punch him? I never knew you had that strength in you.”

“Not that hard but I guess it hurt because of these.” You stretched out your arm to flash your jewelleries and gasped when you realised one of the ring from the hand that you used to punch the guy had lost its diamond. “Oh, no! The diamond is gone!” You pursed your lips.

“It’s okay, I can buy you a new one.” He intertwined his fingers with yours and brushed a kiss on it.

“My bag is ruined too. See this? I think I might have whacked it too hard.” You lifted your handbag in front of you and pulled a face.

“I’ll buy you a new handbag too, baby. Just don’t use it as a weapon next time, okay.”

✧.* tags! @i83andrew @cltrlne @karmabyfernando @ohthemisssery

[kitten4sannie]

bestie help i can’t stop thinking about fucking older! ateez 😭😭😭 like iMAGINE 50-something year old san or yeosang (or san AND yeosang…👀👀) the way they’d be kinda cocky because of their success when they were younger (and their /experiences/ when they were younger) HHHH and they’d treat y/n like their little princess and when they fuck you theyd be like “does this pretty baby just need a cock inside her little pussy SO bad that she’s willing fuck an old guy like me?“ and girl u KNOW they’re both gonna be buff as FUCK by that age i- i need to stop myself

holy fuck i love you for sending this ask like i am REELING you have no idea 😭😭 i almost went insane typing this out like i am down astronomically for dilf ateez esp older ateez like okay sure 30 year old san/yeo would be fine af but 50 YEAR OLD SAN/YEO??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP 💳💥💳💥 so yeah i ended up writing an entire fic and i know this wasn’t technically a request but i just had to 😭i dedicate the following to you bestie so i hope i did it justice 🖤

𝙰 𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠

Older! San x Fem! Reader x Older! Yeosang

Genre: smut 

W.C: 3.6k 

Summary: San and Yeosang visit your place of work, hoping to unwind after another long day of being incredibly rich and powerful. 

Warnings: reader is in her early 20s, aged up! san/yeo, dom! san, soft dom! yeo, sansang, brief olfactophilia, cigar smoking, alcohol usage, mentions of age difference, pet names, use of the names sir/Daddy, dirty talk, degradation, super brief masterbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, fingering, oral (receiving), squirting, two instances of unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, kissing, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

Song Recs: Planet Girl by Jooyoung feat. pH-1, Lost in the Fire by The Weeknd, Into It by Chase Atlantic, The Walls by Chase Atlantic

Masterlist

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You were working at your city’s local upscale cigar lounge when two of your favorite customers came in. Choi San and Kang Yeosang. Though they were both old enough to be your dad, they still were still infinitely hotter than most guys your age. And they knew it too.

As per usual, they were both dressed in fairly casual, but obviously luxury brand clothes. Gucci and YSL, from what you could recognize. You weren’t personally familiar with those brands, but you could tell just from being around the other (usually affluent) customers. Your eyes scanned them, watching them walk from the entrance over to the counter you were standing behind. They were wearing a fair amount of jewelry, the silver and gold accents of their necklaces and bracelets only serving to make the extent of their wealth just a little more obvious to anyone that was near them. Of course, you noticed the sleek buttoned loafers they had on as well, knowing those alone probably cost more than your rent. 

The wrinkles underneath their eyes appeared a little more prominent than usual, the both of them tired and ready to relax at the end of a busy day. San gave you a small wave, resting his hand down on the mahogany counter, his aromatic cologne making its way to your nose. It gave off strong accents of sandalwood, with hints of cinnamon coming through as well. 

“Welcome back, Mr. Choi. Mr. Kang. Your usual?”

San nodded his head, already pulling his leather wallet out of the back pocket of his black pleated trousers. You could tell that they were professionally tailored from the way they perfectly hugged his muscular thighs.

Two Cubans,” you started, already feeling like you were about to lose your cool, but forcing yourself to pull out a small cigar case and opening it up, pushing it in their direction for them to inspect. 

Yeosang stepped closer to the counter to pick up a cigar and make sure it was up to his standards, allowing you to smell his cologne of choice as well. Though it was similar to San’s in terms of it being able to turn you on, it had a much more gentle scent, giving off notes of citrus and lavender. “Forgetting something, dollface?” he questioned, his deep, silky voice permeating in your ears.

“And a bottle of scotch. Single malt,” you added, feeling an obvious knot already beginning to form inside your stomach. You reached for the bottle from the shelf behind you and set it down on the counter, along with an identical set of shot glasses.

“Anything else?” You twirled a lock of hair around your manicured finger and looked Yeosang up and down, who was already doing the same to you. You bit your lip, giving San a once over as well, who returned it with an even hungrier reaction. 

“It depends. Are you on the menu as well, sweetheart? I’d love to find out how you taste,” San questioned confidently in a low, but smooth tone, sliding his platinum credit card into your hand, his slender fingers drifting over yours. 

Yeosang elbowed his friend in the side, giving him a slight grimace. “Have you ever heard of being subtle?”

“Why be subtle when this works ten times faster?” San retorted, rolling his eyes, which prompted Yeosang to open his mouth like he was about to argue with him. 

Unable to ignore the aching in between your thighs, you found yourself giving into one of San’s various attempts at seducing you. Obviously, it was incredibly unprofessional of you, but you were at your wits’ end, unable to resist such a delicious offer.

“I’m…I’m actually off the clock in a little bit…if you two wanted to…you know…” you interrupted in a soft voice, paranoid that your manager would somehow catch wind of what was about to go down all the way from his office.

San and Yeosang exchanged glances, the both of them eventually sharing the same lewd smile.

“Put us down for one of the private rooms,” San informed, watching you press a few things on the screen of your work’s pos system and swipe his card through the reader, his dark eyes zoning in on how tightly your black long sleeve top fit on your body. “You’ll join us as soon as you get off, alright, baby?” 

“Of course, Mr. Choi,” you answered sweetly, handing the older man his card back, along with the key to the room. 

San shook his head slightly, putting the key and his wallet into his pocket, before wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle of scotch, passing the two shot glasses to Yeosang. Turning his attention back to you, he stated point-blank, “You’ll be addressing me as Daddy for the rest of the night. Now, let me hear you say it.” 

“Yes…” you started, peering over your shoulder to see if anyone was there, which no one was, thankfully. “Yes, Daddy.” San gave you a pleased smile, elbowing Yeosang just like he had done earlier. 

Yeosang added, “And you can address me as sir, pretty girl.” 

Your eyes flickered over to Yeosang’s brown ones, unconsciously wetting the corner of your lips with your tongue. “See you in a little bit, sir.” 

Yeosang slid a hand into one of his blazer pockets, looking back at you with a small smirk, picturing what you’d look like with his thumb in your mouth. “Don’t take too long, darling.” 

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Knowing there weren’t cameras set up in the vip room for privacy reasons, you felt like you should be able to relax, but that simply wasn’t happening for you. It was most likely due to the fact that two insanely attractive men were sitting on the velvet couch opposite from you, sharing the strong liquor they had purchased and silently puffing on their cigars, all while undressing you with their eyes. 

“You’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, haven’t you? Even though we’re thirty years your senior?” San leaned his back against the plush cushion behind him, resting a palm down onto one of his thighs.

“Mmm-hmm,” you nodded, despite gripping your knees so tightly your knuckles turned white, in search of some comfort, wondering if you were even capable of surviving this unbelievably arousing situation. 

“Nervous, baby?” San let out a soft chuckle, taking delight in your predicament, unlike his seasoned counterpart, who was already filling up a glass with the scotch and passing it in your direction.

“Ignore him. Have a drink and relax, okay? We can take things slow, fast, and everything in between. It’s up to you. We don’t even have to do this if you don’t want to,” Yeosang informed, noticing the way you shook your head and took a few gulps of the scotch.

“I want to do this. You two just make me really nervous cuz you’re so…so…” You couldn’t seem to finish your sentence, your mind too occupied with focusing on Yeosang, who had stood up and walked over to you, his elegant frame towering over your own. 

“I understand. Just be sure to let us know if you want us to stop.” Yeosang held the bottom of your chin and tilted it up, running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Nod your head for me, doll.” Once you did so, he hummed to himself. “Good girl,” he added, his words coming out like they were drenched in honey, slowly pushing his thumb past your parted lips.

You could’ve melted right then and then, the strong liquor inside your mostly empty stomach sending a pleasant warmth over the expanse of your body. “Mm,” you moaned softly, sucking on his thumb and looking up at him with half-closed eyes. 

“That’s it…” 

San tapped his cigar near the glass ashtray that was sitting on the small table between the couches, clearing his throat to get his friend’s attention. “Take off her clothes for me, Sangie,” he chimed lovingly, the vapor leaving his mouth, pleased with the sight of Yeosang smiling at him and pulling his thumb out of your mouth with a pop, so that he could pull your top off of you.

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“Harder. Finger yourself harder, baby. Yeah, just like that,” San groaned, lazily stroking his cock with one hand and still bringing his cigar up to his lips, taking a puff of it now and then. “Are you going to cum for us?”

You were sitting back against the seat with your legs spread, pushing your digits into your cunt as deep as you possibly could, your hand starting to cramp from how long you had been going at it. “I’m trying to, Daddy,” you responded, your tone rising in pitch near the end, tossing your head back from being on the cusp of your orgasm, but not quite getting there. 

“God, you’re so hot. Does your real dad know how much of a slut you are?”

“Uh-uh.” Feeling more pain in your hand than you anticipated, you relaxed it and closed your eyes, sighing out of frustration. You didn’t even notice when Yeosang had gotten onto his knees in front of you, until you felt the flat of his tongue moving up and down your soaking cunt. “Oh, fuck-” 

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, massaging his thumbs into your upper thighs and giving you a reassuring smile, prior to eating you out like you were his first meal of the day. 

“Oh my goddd…” You slumped down slightly against the couch, your fingers pushing past his dyed dark blonde locks, making eye contact with San, who was jerking himself off a little faster than before. 

“How does she taste?” San asked, squeezing his fingers around his cockhead every time he got up to it, a few droplets of pre-cum dripping down the side. 

Yeosang reluctantly pulled his mouth away from you to groan, “She tastes fucking delicious, San,” before replacing his tongue with his fingers, your eager hole swallowing them up to the hilt. 

“I’m jealous.” 

“You should be,” Yeosang chuckled, glancing back at San, as he shoved his digits into you so fast, you thought you might unravel then and there. “Don’t look away either. You’re going to watch me when I make her squirt all over my face.” 

San groaned deeply at his friend’s words, sinking even further into the couch, some of his black hair falling into his eyes. He immediately blew it out of the way so that he could admire the way Yeosang’s tongue was quickly flicking across your clit. “Don’t worry, Sangie. I’m watching…” 

“I’m…cumming…!” It didn’t take long for you to reach your limit, incredibly overwhelmed by all of the pleasure that Yeosang was giving you, as well as from the way that San was drinking in the sight of you and eagerly bringing himself to his own pinnacle of gratification.

A gravelly sounding moan erupted from Yeosang’s vocal cords, holding his mouth open near your pulsing hole and catching most of the clear liquid that squirted out of you on his tongue and in his throat, gulping it down.

“F-uuuuck, that’s so hot…” San choked out, in between grunts, his hips bucking up, just as he shot his load out onto his bare, chiseled abdomen, incredibly relieved that he had unbuttoned his overtly lavish shirt. 

You ran your fingers delicately through Yeosang’s hair, breathing heavily and shuddering when he cleaned up the rest of his arousal with his tongue. “Nnngh, please, sir, let me take care of you too.” 

“No need, doll,” he replied shakily, his porcelain cheeks incredibly flushed and his eyes glossy. Yeosang unbuttoned his velvet pants and pulled them down, along with his tight briefs, revealing his softened, cum-covered length. 

“Oh, wow…” you blushed, bringing a hand up to your mouth and gawking at him, biting back a gasp when Yeosang’s dick started to come alive again just from the way you were looking at it. 

San sighed softly, slicking his slightly damp hair back. “That’s my Sangie, always so eager to please.”

Smiling, Yeosang stood up and walked back to the other couch, sitting down next to San and gathering up some of his own cum, gently moving it up and down his friend’s length to make him hard again.

San groaned in delight, adding, “But enough about him.” He snapped his fingers, gaining your attention, beckoning you in his direction with his index finger. “Come over here and sit on my cock, baby.” 

You almost ran into the coffee table, just narrowly avoiding it and enthusiastically lowering yourself down on San’s lap. “Are you going to fuck me nice and hard, Daddy?” 

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart? It’d be a sin not to.” San grabbed both sides of your ass and kneaded into it with his strong hands, guiding your entrance to his cockhead and pushing himself inside, a few inches at a time, until all nine were inside of you.

“Oh, fuuuuck…” you exhaled, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled up by the man you had been secretly pining for. 

Seeing Yeosang starting to jerk himself off through his peripheral, San began slamming himself into you, right out of the gate, the couch creaking underneath the both of you. “You like watching me fuck her like this, Yeo? Huh? You love it, don’t you?”

Yeosang moaned, moving his hand a bit faster, relishing the dynamic he shared with his friend, as well as the sight of you taking his cock in such an obedient way. “Pull her hair, San…for me…and-fuck-kiss her neck!” 

San followed Yeosang’s directions, bunching up your hair and holding it like you had it up in a ponytail, then pulling it down so you had to look up and expose your neck in the process, earning a strangled sound of pleasure from your lips. “Yeah? You fucking like that?” 

“Uh-huhhh…” You closed your eyes for a moment, shivering when San lazily kissed, lapped at, and sucked on your neck, feeling his warm breath hit your skin whenever he let out a soft pant from how hard he was fucking you.

Yeosang leaned his body weight against San’s, their shoulders and toned arms pressing into one another. “Keep talking to her like that…” he said in a voice barely above a whisper, completely wrapped up in the heavy, intoxicating tension that seemed to swallow the room whole.

“Do you like the way I’m pounding this pretty pussy of yours, baby?” San complied, squeezing his fingers into the sides of your bouncing ass and smacking it a few times, making sure to leave a few handprints. 

“Yes, Daddy…!” 

“Who fucks you better? Me or those twenty-something shitheads you meet on Tinder?”

“You!” 

Yeosang leaned his head down against San’s shoulder, hunching over slightly so that his hand could slide rapidly up and down his throbbing length. “Oh, god…”

“Do you think your coworkers can hear you being a little whore for me? What about that manager of yours? Do you think he knows you’re getting your pussy stuffed by a man way older than him? And being watched by someone who’s just as old?” 

“I don’t care if he does! Fuck me harder!” you cried, almost delirious at this point. 

Yeosang shook his head, letting go of his cock to comment, “Jesus Christ, San, you know I don’t like it when you talk about how old we are. It’s making me go soft.” 

San scoffed, stopping his movements for a moment so that he could casually give Yeosang a side eye, allowing you to bounce on his cock instead, giving you the power to bring yourself to a much-needed state of ecstasy. San groaned out, pressing his head back into the couch, grumbling, “I can’t help that it turns me on, Yeo. Are you really kink-shaming me right now? In the middle of this?” 

“I’m not-”

“Ohhh, I see. You’re just upset she’s not fucking herself dumb on your cock, huh?” San reached over and patted Yeosang’s thigh, giving him a cheeky grin. “Don’t worry, Yeo. Once I empty my load into her, you can have a turn.”

Yeosang’s hand returned to his cock, giving it enough attention so that he could return to the same state of pleasure he was at before, focusing on the way your tits bounced in front of San’s sweaty face. 

“You’ll let me cum inside you, yeah?” San grabbed onto one of your breasts and moved it around, idly tweaking one of your nipples with two fingers, bringing a sharp gasp out of you.

“I…I don’t know…” Though you were on birth control, you dreaded the thought of having to try to keep cum from spilling out of you on the walk out of the building, and including the drive home. What if it stained the seats? And you just got them redone too. That would be-

“Please, baby,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs tightening, making them go rigid, some of his pre-cum coating your soaked inner walls. “What if I buy you something? You want a pretty little dress? Or what about a new laptop, huh? I’ll even double whatever you get on your paycheck — just let me cum inside you, baby. Please, let me fill this slutty cunt of yours!” 

“Okay, okay! Just hurry up and-” You couldn’t form another word, too preoccupied with the way that San was holding you down, his hot cum filling you up to the brim, to the point that some had to drip down the base of his dick. 

“Ohhhh, god…that’s it…” 

Once San pulled out, Yeosang had already recovered from his own orgasm and picked you up by the waist, effortlessly pulling you into his own lap and immediately replacing San’s cock with his own, growing hard inside you, upon feeling your walls tightening up around his thick length. “It’s my turn, darling.” 

“Oh my god,” was all you could get out, unable to resist the way Yeosang began expertly bucking his hips up into yours, hitting your g-spot almost instantly. “Sir…!” 

“What a good girl you are, taking another cock right after taking mine,” San cooed near your ear, biting the shell of it and slamming his palm into your ass, causing you to cry out. 

“Does that feel good, angel?” Yeosang spoke up, peppering your sensitive neck with kisses, his calloused hands running up and down along the curves of your body, eventually settling on your tits and cupping them. 

“Y-esss, so fucking good…!” You were about to explain how amazing it felt in further detail, but you were silenced when the man’s lips suddenly pressed onto yours, his tongue slipping into your slightly open mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, appreciating how desperate he was to kiss you, to explore your mouth so fervently, as though he had a time limit. 

San moved even closer to the both of you, grabbing the opposite side of your chin and pulling you towards him, breaking the kiss and allowing small ropes of spit to fall from your lips. “Let me have a taste,” he mumbled, pressing his mouth onto yours and kissing you in a more sloppy, but still passionate manner. 

Being stimulated in so many ways at once sent you over the edge, feeling your pussy clenching around Yeosang’s length, just as a large amount of arousal splashed out onto it. “Mmmnnn!” 

“How many times did you cum for us, baby? I bet you can’t even count,” San mused, gently pushing your face away and reaching down in between your heated bodies, rubbing your swollen clit. “Cum again, babydoll, so you can brag about it to your little friends on your social media later.” 

“I…ahhhh….” Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your head and body pulsing with mind-numbing delight, barely able to keep any sort of grasp on reality.

Yeosang pumped himself into you at such a fast speed, San could barely keep his fingers on your clit, but still managed to play with it long enough that their combined efforts sent you into a fit of pleasure-induced hysteria. 

All you could get out was a string of yeses, while quite a few tears fell down your warm cheeks, hardly noticing when Yeosang wiped them away and pulled out of you, just in time for his cum to land on your chest and abdomen in slow spurts.

Almost passing out, you pulled off of Yeosang and settled in between the two older men, huffing and puffing until the flood of endorphins that had previously rushed to your brain finally mellowed out. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, San reached for his half-filled glass of scotch and took a small sip of it, then leaned back against the couch, spreading his arms across the top of it. “So, laptop it is, then?” he asked, nudging your thigh with his own. 

You sucked your teeth, shaking your head slightly. “Mm, I’ll take the money. And if we do this again, would you consider tripling the amount if I let you cum inside me as much as you want?” 

San sighed softly, facing you and giving you what could only be described as heart eyes, prior to looking past you at Yeosang, who was too busy sending a proud smile your way. “I think I’m in love,” San admitted, drumming his fingers lightly against the couch. 

Yeosang reached over to you so that he could caress your cheek, earning a small sound of approval from you. “Get in line, pal.” 

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